There was no explosion, two fingers touched together, like very close comrades, and there was no energy fluctuation that erupted.

However, looking at these two fingers, Tang Lin's eyelids suddenly jumped, and he had an ominous premonition in his heart. And the truth was just as he thought in his heart, and suddenly a strange scene appeared.

I saw that the air around the two fingers suddenly cracked inch by inch and collapsed, like the collapse of an ice and snow mountain.

Will the air collapse?

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed it, but the scene in front of him was full of weirdness, and the transparent air was twisting in a strange and uncomfortable posture, and slowly collapsing and crumbling layer by layer!

And these two fingers, obviously in front of you, seem to be in another time and space.

Tang Lin didn't know what realm of power this belonged to, but he could speculate that if he got close to the area where these two fingers were fighting, he would definitely be crushed!

At this moment, the blood-red finger suddenly clicked, floated and then retreated a few points, and in the blood mist behind the finger, a sneer came out: "Let you go this time, you won't be so lucky next time!" As he spoke, his finger retracted into the blood mist, and this rich blood mist gradually dissipated.

The white-robed old man behind the blood mist, like a shriveled skeleton man, his white hair became haggard, and his eye sockets were deeply sunken, as if the mysterious blood mist had swallowed up a lot of his essence and blood, making his vitality greatly injured and his vitality almost exhausted.

Tang Lin looked at him without pity, ready to urge the golden finger to poke him directly, but the golden finger suddenly lost its light, and then slowly faded.

Tang Lin was stunned for a moment, and a strange thought appeared in his heart: Could it be that the barbarian god of the ancient period didn't die? Could it be that this barbarian god was by his side just now?

He groaned. This matter was too complicated, and he couldn't figure it out for a while, so he temporarily put it in his heart, and then grabbed it with a big hand, and showed the Buddhism mastery, the Great Day Buddha Palm!

The pure golden Buddha palm slapped at the white-robed old man.

Now. This white-robed old man's life was low, his anger was like a gossamer, and the immortal yuan power in his body was almost exhausted, he looked at the golden Buddha palm blankly, and a strong hatred suddenly appeared in his eyes, this hatred was not against Tang Lin, but faintly seemed to be against the owner of the blood-red fingers.

At the moment when his body was destroyed by the Great Sun Buddha Palm, a hideous and resentful smile curled into the corner of his mouth. Quickly whisper a spell.

Then, his body was completely purified by the Great Sun Buddha Palm.

Tang Lin looked up, and the hundred-zhang Tianhe shuttle suddenly shrank to the size of three feet. And there is no spiritual imprint on it.

Tang Lin breathed a sigh of relief. This old monster is finally dead! Although the death is inexplicable, and it can even be said that it is not completely at his hands, but it finally makes the anger in his heart vent partly.

That's when it happened. The shrunken Tianhe Suo, suddenly, shot towards the Xuanmu Gate. Then he crashed headlong into the gate of the Xuan Mu and disappeared directly.

Tang Lin was stunned, he released his spiritual power to feel that there was only the immortal qi of Tianhe Suo left in the air, but where was the breath of its own instrument?

Tang Lin opened his mouth wide, his expression was extremely strange, and he was stunned: "Could it be ...... Swallowed by the Gate of Xuanmu?"

Airplanes~~

The gate of the Xuan Mu suddenly flashed with a strange light. Immediately after, from the door on the left. A small silver pattern appeared, and if you look closely, you will find that this pattern is exactly the same as that of the river shuttle!

Tang Lin looked at it dumbly, trying to control the Xuanmu Gate and release the Heavenly River Shuttle, but his divine thoughts were transmitted into the Xuanmu Gate, but he sank into the sea like a stone, and did not get the slightest response.

Tang Lin was a little distressed, although this Xuanmu Gate was powerful, it was too weird, not only could it devour immortal weapons, but it was also not controlled by himself, it seemed to be ...... Already have a Mind?

Tang Lin shook his head and put away the Xuanmu Gate, he found that if he asked this Xuanmu Gate to do some simple things, the latter would be very face-saving, but if he was asked to study the efficacy, he would be shy to think of a little girl and ignore it.

At this time, Tang Lin's gaze fell in the direction of the white-robed old man, and he saw that in the air there, after the baptism of the Great Sun Buddha's palm, there were actually two things suspended, namely a white jade-colored bone and a parchment scroll.

Tang Lin's eyes flashed, and he stretched out his hand to summon it, this white jade-colored bone was like a human thigh bone, very white, with a faint white light attached to it, and it was filled with a fragrance, as if it was made of ivory soaked in spices.

What surprised Tang Lin the most was that there was a strong fairy aura on it!

"Is this ...... Is it a fairy bone?" Tang Lin speculated in his heart, he had heard that after becoming an immortal, the flesh and blood of the whole body would transform into an immortal body, and this white-robed old man was a half-immortal body, under the palm of the Great Sun Buddha, the rest of the body was destroyed, and only this immortal bone remained.

Looking at the size of this fairy bone, it should be on the legs.

Tang Lin pursed his lips, it can be seen that although this white-robed old man is a half-immortal, he is afraid that it will be difficult to become an immortal in this life, and he has so many bones all over his body, but he has only refined one immortal bone, and when he has practiced all the bones in his body, he is afraid that the daylily will be cold.

"This immortal bone ......" Tang Lin's eyes turned, a strange light flashed in his eyes, "It just so happens that my bridge on the other side has not been cultivated, so I will use this immortal bone as the first cornerstone!"

What else can be hard than a fairy bone?

You must know that every immortal bone is a person in the half-immortal realm, and it takes a lot of time to condense, and the hardness is definitely no less than that of ordinary immortal weapons!

Even if it is a peerless holy weapon, it is not as hard as a fairy bone!

Tang Lin chuckled, put this immortal bone into the storage ring, and when this trip was over, he was ready to refine it into a bridge on the other side!

It's just that this piece of immortal bone is too small, and it is completely not enough to refine it into a bridge on the other side.

Tang Lin naturally thought of this, but now that there was the temptation of a piece of immortal bone in front of him, it was impossible for him to give up this idea.

Paying attention, Tang Lin looked at the sheepskin scroll next to him, this sheepskin was soft and warm, the material was not unusual, but there was a trace of a defensive prohibition on it, it should be the protection of this defensive prohibition that made this sheepskin scroll intact.

Tang Lin's eyes flashed, before the old man in the white robe died, he did not hesitate to spend his strength to leave this sheepskin scroll, could it be that he had any intentions?

He groaned, immediately condensed a palm with his vitality, and then opened the sheepskin scroll from a distance, and after a while, seeing that there was nothing wrong with this vitality palm, he personally pinched the sheepskin scroll and looked at it.

I saw that on the sheepskin scroll, there was a strange person, with two blood-red wings on his back, hook-like wing horns, and two pitch-black horns on the top of his head, all covered in blood red, and on the skin, there were countless vein-like veins spreading. (To be continued.) )